32. Washed my hair
Lucy
I opened my eyes slowly. It smelled like roses and something else. I could hear Matt and Tony’s voices. I looked up as the sound of sloshing water filled my ears. The hot and cold feeling had gone away, but the zapping sensation was still there. I shuddered as I felt it again. Everything still hurt, but the water was warm.
“Hey,” Tony said softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Warm,” I said.
“Good,” Tony said. “Matt’s a bit upset with me since I had you in the car. He’ll probably want a turn soon.”
“Probably?” Matt scoffed. “We’re supposed to be sharing. Of course, I’m going to want my turn! She’s my mate too.”
I looked over at Matt. His eyes were sparkling as he kneeled beside the tub. He looked a little pale, and his eyes were dazed. He cupped my face and kissed me briefly.
“As soon as we get you cleaned up. We’ll get you something to eat after.”
“I’m not hungry,” I said.
“You might be later,” Tony said. “Do you remember what you ate last?”
“Instant noodles.”
Matt frowned and looked up at Tony.
“What… are instant noodles?” Matt asked.
“Packaged ramen,” Tony said. “But why would that be here?”
“Werewolves don’t eat packaged ramen?” I asked.
“Not if we can help it,” Matt said wryly. “And our nanny would never have bought it…”
“Why?”
“The taste is terrible,” Tony said. “Werewolves have pretty sensitive tastebuds.”
“They’re not that bad. I ate them all the time.”
“All the time?” Matt asked.
“It was all they would buy,” I said. “For me to eat. They said it was enough.”
Matt set his jaw. “I feel like every time your adoptive parents come up, I’m going to find another reason to hate them.”
“There’s no sense in worrying about the past,” he said. “You’ll never eat another package of ramen again.”
“It’s really not that bad.”
“When you taste real ramen, we’ll see if you can still say that,” Matt said. He moaned. “The broth and all the meat on top? You’ve never had ramen until you’ve had it the right way.”
“Agreed,” Tony said. “I’ve had packaged ramen and I would never choose to do it again.”
“It feels like anything called packaged or instant shouldn’t be allowed,” Matt said.
“Instant pudding is good,” I said. “And chips come in packages.”
Matt groaned. “Did you say instant pudding?”
I looked down, feeling self-conscious about his disdain.
“Stop it,” Tony said and rested his head on mine. “Humans have made an instant version of almost everything. It’s not her fault she’s never had anything good. We’ll have to call the chef back home, so you can taste real things. It’ll be a lot to get used to.”
“Why?”
Tony hummed. “Because everything that makes something instant is usually low-quality and not in a real version of it. Have you ever had a freshly baked pie?”
I shook my head.
“Have you ever had sushi?” Matt asked
I shook my head. “What’s that?”
“It’s raw fish.”
I grimaced, and Matt laughed.
“It’s better than it sounds,” Tony said. “Though, maybe that’s a bit too adventurous for you right now. How about pork?”
I blinked up at him. “Like bacon?”
Tony nodded. “That too. Pork belly… pork chops?”
I shook my head. “Is it good?”
Matt chuckled. “Pork is Tony’s favorite. I keep telling him he’s going to die of a heart attack.”
I frowned, looking up at him. “Are you?”
“No,” Tony said, flicking some water at Matt. “Werewolves don’t have those kinds of problems.”
“What… sort of problems do you have then?” I asked.
“We are immune to most things. Wolfsbane, silver, and a few other generally poisonous substances can make us sick. It can even kill us.” Tony stroked my back. “Turn around so Matt can wash your hair.”
I shifted around and leaned against the side of the tub. Tony started to wash himself as Matt washed my hair. When he rinsed it out, I realized that it wasn’t my normal shampoo. Matt kissed me again and hummed.
“You smell better using my shampoo.”
“Matt is just a possessive jerk,” Tony said. “You’ll get used to it.”
Matt chuckled. “Don’t be fooled. Tony is too. Come on.”
Matt pulled me out of the bathtub with him and walked me back into the bedroom. He kept kissing me so much I could barely breathe, but I let him kiss me as much as he wanted. My legs felt weak, but he held me up. He lifted me and put me on the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at me.
“I can’t wait until your hair grows out,” Matt said and climbed over me. I saw a flash of white on his side.
“You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine,” Matt said, pushing my hand away. He pushed me down again and kissed me deeply.
He groaned. “Finally, I—”
Tony pulled him back, standing on the side of the bed. “You’re going to fall off the bed like that.”
Tony scooped me up and shifted me further up on the bed. Then, Matt was on me again. Matt put his hand between my legs and kissed me, licking into my mouth as he thrust his fingers into me. I gasped, twisting in the sheets. I was dizzy, and my body still hurt. I heard Tony heading back into the bathroom. My stomach lurched a few times as Matt thrust into me with a low groan.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around me. “And warm. You’re perfect.”
He slid his hand into my hair, locking me in his arms as he started to thrust hard into me. He grunted into my ear. I shuddered at the feeling of him inside me, even as my stomach lurched. He kept kissing me, murmuring things that I could quite hear. I couldn’t say much of anything or do much of anything as everything started to get hazy, and the warmth of the bath started to make me sleepy.
When Matt was done, he pulled away from me, and Tony climbed over me. Tony thrust into me, kissing me so I could barely breathe. I don’t know how long they had sex with me, but I slowly fell asleep.
Matt
Tony and I had sex with Lucy for at least a few hours. It was as if we couldn’t stop. How many ever hours later, I shuddered and rolled off of Lucy. She had stopped responding much a while ago. Tony lounged beside her. I turned and wrapped my arm around her. She turned, drawing closer to Tony, and he smirked.
Seems like she likes me more now.
I stuck my tongue out at him. Or maybe she just turns that way when she’s tired.
He shrugged and wrapped an arm around her waist. She shifted closer to him. He stroked her back gently, and I huffed and sat up.
I need to change my bandages.
You should have rested more.
I couldn’t. I replied as I slipped out of bed. Do you feel any different?
I looked over at him and found him looking down at Lucy. He looked troubled, but he shook his head.
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